Alex Hill

The light fluffy snow lathers itself over the glassy, fragile iceMy breath is emitted from my body in a cloud of steamA wintry nights welcomeBone chilling windDry, scratchy airAnd a full moon that compliments the scattered stars out in spaceI swiftly toss myself across the ice like a rag doll,Gracefully conquering winters gift..My skates slice through the clear sheet, like a sharpened sword severing its victimI let myself go,Allow myself to sink deep in the greatness of the momentJust another nights journey, a frozen journey that is.

Stay

The arms of a mother let go,Freeing the thing that she knows all so wellStay, stay, she thinksLike a bird flying away from its nest,Like a fish swimming away from its cove,Growing up,Spreading its wingsVenturing away from the place that we call homeStay, stay, stay, a crying mothers dream

The fulfillment of Taste

The warm taste of a cool nights dinner melts around my mouththe combinations of spices and sweeteners are second two none,making a meal more like a high action thrill rideMy taste buds jump, like a young boy on Christmas morningThey Spin and rave,as they suck out all the flavorA savior, a blessing,from the God above us, providing the fulfillment of warm meal

Memories

Etched in stoneHolding past times of freedom and happinessInstant visions of youth,Reliving what once wasLike a sea shell being washed upon shore,Memory after memory being stored away, to be looked back atEvery step we take,recorded,to be reminisced, cherished, and lovedMemories, memories, memories.